Magic is a marriage of hope and rebellion. It's everywhere in the world. Always has been. But in most of the world, it's unknown. People stopped using it, believing in it even, thousands of years ago, and hundreds of years ago, and tens of years ago. It seems that each culture and each generation rejects magic a bit more than the one before. Some cultures more or less than others, but the general trend is to ignore magic and eventually to forget it.In every culture, though, in every generation, there are people who don't ignore it. Some of them stick around in the normal world, and they are often persecuted because of what they know, what they practise.But many don't stick around. They go into the Wild.A socialist hopepunk novel from a socialist author and a socialist publisher. A novel of hope for our times. David Bridger settled in England's West Country after twenty years of ocean-based mischief, during which he worked as a lifeguard, a sailor, an intelligence gatherer and an investigator.Then he got hurt, came home a bit physically broken, and for good measure caught a severe Myalgic Encephalomyelitis (ME) virus in a military hospital.Now he writes science fiction and fantasy novels. Sometimes they're informed by his experiences out on the crinkly blue.He writes what he loves for readers who love what he writes.He's a lot of things, including a science fiction, fantasy, and non-fiction author. Pagan. Hedge witch. Old salt. Nonpartisan ecosocialist hermit. Novelist, playwright, poet. Friend of crows, rescuer of dogs, adopter of donkeys. Spoonie. Trans ally. Preferred pronouns he and him.
